Astral Traveller — Yes

And in the ruins Caught in the noose around me, Glasses tell lies. Wondering when To do it again of another Flying to the sky, Somewhere flying high. Astral trav'ller, Leaving without her, Wond'ring where lives go; In and out the valley below. Once in the air, We could expect a great respect in being. Memories fly Over the sky, and oh, the Sight's worth seeing, Just believin'. Astral trav'ller, Leaving without her, Wond'ring where lives go; In and out the valley below.